Lee Minho

Lee Minho controlled the entire office; five thousand employees trembled at his mere glance. All but one.
Jisung worked on the very bottom floor in the filing department and had only seen the director in blurry photos on the corporate news. That day, he ran into the elevator, clutching a giant stack of folders to his chest. Minho followed, wearing a perfect suit and a cold, arrogant demeanor.
The elevator started moving, and Minho winced at the rustling of papers and threw down his nose
"Some people can't even carry folders of documents without making a fuss. How do they even get hired?"
Jisung instantly flushed. He was stressed enough, and now some sleek, well-groomed idiot was lecturing him.
"And some people, I see, put on an expensive jacket, but forgot to buy some manners!" Khan snapped, glaring at him. "Go get some fresh air, you pompous turkey, maybe your arrogance will subside!"
The doors opened. Jisung walked out proudly, without even looking back.
Minho stood in the elevator, his mouth hanging open. For the first time in his life, someone had dared to speak to him like that. Instead of anger, passion flared hotly in his chest, a defiant fire that caught him without a chance.
Within ten minutes, Minho knew the name of the guy from the elevator.
— Han Jisung? Call him to my office. Personally.
When Jisung was told that the CEO himself was asking for him, he just shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment, thinking that it was about some archival reports.
He pushed open the heavy oak door of the company's main post office without knocking, stepped onto the soft carpet and... literally dropped his jaw.
At the panoramic table, with his fingers clasped and a sly smile, sat that same “pompous turkey” from the elevator.
"So, Han Jisung," Minho purred softly, rising from his chair. "Let's discuss my manners?"